End of the Vacation

The bags are packed and assembled in the front hall.  We just printed our boarding passes.  We are set to leave.   But I wish we weren't.  I hate having to say goodbye.

Even though I already knew the answer, I checked the airline website this afternoon to see if we could change our tickets and stay a little longer.  But it would be impractical, and even if we stayed another week, it would be delaying the inevitable.  My cousin Dorrie, who also lives in California, tell me that it gets easier.  I hope she is right.